Fiction

“Mama, will you tell me my story again?” Asks the little girl in my lap.

Silence, loud, deafening silence. I can’t look her in the eyes, but I can’t rip mine away, so I stare. It’s not awkward or anything, I mean she’s staring too.

There was cedar in the beginning and then there were candy canes. 

“Lizzyyyy….,” said Marie, twisting her chair around. “I thought I told you to get new shoes,” Marie says. Lizzy looks down at her shoes, caked with dirt and grime, broken from the hours she spent working on her family’s farm.

On that night, I stole the stars of the galaxy. Billions of them, each one unique, and put them into her eyes.

The awakening (2nd book in the short series)

"Hipps!" I growl, "Appear!"

A small sigh came from blank space. "I don't want to, I'm scared of the coyote Cwiny, ack! Here he comes!"

The Cwiny (Short story 1)

The fiery sunset gleamed in the heart of the evening while the sparkling rain reflected its capturing glow.

The night air is filled with a strange energy. The air is sharp and cuts your skin like a tiny razor.

Riverclan 

Leader:  

Riverstar (A blue tom with silver eyes, 4 lives left) 

Deputy:  

Maplefur (Calico she-cat with green eyes)  

Medicine cat:  

I wake up and stare at the bland ceiling, not moving for a while. I don't know how long I was sitting there, there are no clocks in here. No clocks, no posters, no windows, save for the small, barred slit in the top of the wall.

It had been more than two days since a drop of water had touched his lips. He was beginning to think that he was forgetting what water tasted like, if it tasted of anything.